This is a song about "Resort"

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Resort to robbin' to feed my family

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy